When we grow old
It isn't the end of the line
There are still many things we can do
Watch the sunsets, walk in the park
Watch the beautiful women
Maybe hit them in their minds
Because these women may like old turkey
Walking on the street with airs of nothing
Cool isn't it when growing old?
The old people may get respect
It shows of the years of experiences
Flowing in their minds and eyes
The golden years have the benefits
The older generations shouldn't hide
Maybe if they can afford it
Go to the night clubs
Flirt with the young hottie women
They will make the old guys grow
But many old people
They seem to give up life
As if there is no way to enjoy
Praying and waiting
Putting themselves in pressure
Forgetting life is to live it up
Even to the last year of its life
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